We planted potatoes. They grew. We eat them. I was so excited to boil and sample my first haul. People had said they would be delicious and they weren’t wrong – they were almost buttery in flavour.
Okay, so we had a mild panic when weeding and seeing loads of yellow leaves. Was this blight? Had I killed them? I think it’s a combination of the rows being too close together meaning no light at soil level and that they are beginning to die – one of the signs it’s harvest time. Yay!
We also picked some lovely radishes. Not a vegetable I would buy, so it’s nice to add that to our diet for 99p a seed bag. I grew them between the potatoes as a catch crop, which kind of worked. I should have got them in earlier as the growing enormous bushyness of potatoes starved them of rays.
A few mini strawberries are appearing, much to the delight of Talitha as it was she who sowed them with her childminder last year.
I have some leeks growing from seed in the window in toilet rolls. They are a bit floppy. Bad, bad Laurence. It’s too hot and they’re wilting now. So I’ve put them out into the elements, fingers crossed.
I’ve got impatient with my plots that I’m supposed to be patient with and plant next spring. I discovered the no-dig method from veg farmer extrodinaire, Charles Dowding. I won’t go into the method too much, but I’ve piled on two car boot loads of horse poo, spread it 6 inches thick, enough to keep the weeds beneath from seeing the sun, and I’m going to try planting straight into it. Most of the weeds had died from a few months darkness, but bindweed… The dreaded bindweed. I’m sure would survive an atom bomb, anyone who’s started a garden will surely know what I mean. But I’ll keep my beady eye out for them and destroy them one by one, moooohaaaa!